I had other plans for the Vermilion Ginger Grass? Feng Jun smiled when he heard that. "It's not really a plan... more of a sentiment."
It truly was a sentiment, unrelated to whether the Big Shot wanted to take in a maidservant.
If the Big Shot wanted to take in other followers, he would not have concerned himself with it, much less confronted Qian Zhong and Hanhai so forcefully.
"We're talking about sentiments now?" True Lord Qian Zhong was taken aback. She had interacted with Feng Jun quite a bit and knew some of his principles. Things like sentiments were a bit like intuition—claims that did not follow any rules and could not be questioned.
"I do have a clear purpose," Great Venerable Hanhai answered without concealing anything. "The Vermilion Ginger Grass is certainly good, but the Emergence Soul-Stabilizing Pill is even better. Feng Mountain Lord, do you still have this pill?"
"First tell me how much Extreme Spirit you plan to spend to buy it," Feng Jun said, staring at him with interest. "I'll only give you one chance to name a price. If you can move me, I can acquire one from my sect... You only get one chance!"
Feng Jun would not disappoint his friends too much, but neither would he be indiscriminately kind. As long as conditions allowed, he was willing to give his friends an opportunity.
"Six... eight pieces of Extreme Spirit!" Great Venerable Hanhai hesitated, then revised his final offer. He knew Feng Jun was someone who kept his word, and he did not dare try to bluff his way through. He even emphasized, "That is all the Extreme Spirit I have."
"Eight pieces of Extreme Spirit?" Qian Zhong sucked in a breath. "You really are willing to spend."
That was still vastly different